#micro story prompts

[favoriteblogonthecitadel]

1 and/or 3 for the micro story post!

Not gonna lie, the combination of “1. Don’t go” and “3. I trusted you” feels like a direct attack on my Horizon feelings and I am here for it.

The words are in her throat. Or at least, she thinks they are. Xiomara doesn’t know her own body these days, its pieces jagged and ill-fitting, grinding with each step as if about to fall apart.

But she feels the words form when sees Kaidan give her that look. The same shadow cast over his eyes as the time he spoke to her of Rahna, of BAaT, of civilian life. He looks at her like a thing to grieve, and people only grieve things they have left behind.

Don’t go.

Her heart pounds and she knows she is selfish enough to say it. She never has asked it before, but she will if it’s him, if he will just—

“I trusted you.”

The past tense echoes through her pieces. Before she can tell which one is breaking, she is walking away to keep the rest intact.

[inafieldofdaisies]

1. don’t leave + mercy x jacob 💕

Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.

The empty hallways that greeted Mercedes as she entered St. Francis gave her a pause, causing her to worry something she wasn't in the loop about had taken place, yet as she navigated the familiar route to Jacob's office her demeanor remained relaxed, inconspicuous. Her knuckles rapped against the door softly, the curt "Come in" that echoed as response hinting his mood might be the reason why his men were nowhere to be found. She breezed into the room, gaze setting on him as he stood hunched over his desk that was covered in yet another set of plans doomed to fail. "Isaac said you'd asked to see me, a bit too official, wouldn't you say?", she didn't let the fact he hadn't even bothered to turn around and look at her at all discourage her from inching closer until her hands descended onto his shoulders, knitting at the tense muscles beneath her fingertips. "I did, but the situation has changed. You know the way out.", his tone was as emotionless and matter-of-fact as it could get, telling her that sending her away without explanation was something she had to accept as an order, rather than request. Mercedes rounded the desk until he had no choice but to actually face her, "What's wrong with you now?" The snarl he offered her felt forced, giving her a glimpse through the act he was trying to put on, "Absolutely nothing." The second she crossed her hands over her chest and his eyes instinctively dipped down, she had her confirmation, "You suck at acting, I believe we already established that, but I will go, Jacob, just don't come crawling back to me later, because I will not let you in." The stormy look in his eyes signaled she had struck a nerve before Jacob even opened his mouth, "I don't crawl, sweetheart, ever." "Whatever helps you sleep at night.", her lips quirked up into a smirk, before she sent him a final brief glance, "Goodbye, have fun with whatever you're doing." Mercedes twirled around with that, and where most people would have probably scurried out of his sight quickly, each step she took towards the door was measured, meant to make him hesitate. As expected, his voice rang out behind her just when her hand wrapped around the doorknob, "Don't leave."

[seeker-of-truth]

32 dust motes for the micro story

I did not forget about this I promise, I'm just very slow on the draw lately 😅 . Thank you so much for sending me one to do! (also I def had to look up what dust motes were because I don’t think I’ve ever seen that phrase, so yay for learning!)

The afternoon sun came in through floor-length windows, covering the room in a warm glow, dust motes dancing in the air. V slowly wakes up, rolling to face the bed's other occupant. She lies there face to face with Johnny. Right now he looks peaceful, the constant creases of anger and anxiety in his face smoothed by sleep, his hair partially obscuring his face and feathering out on his pillow. In this moment the world feels calm, and V can pretend that everything will be okay. Almost.

Also I’m still so down to do more of these if anyone is interested the list is here :)

[pmak2002]

Send me things

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

[roxygen22]

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Nap from this prompt list for Timothee

Micro Story Prompt

Nap

"Lunch is - boys?" You turned and looked around the kitchen but could not find Timothée or your 4-year-old son, Caleb. They were typically seated at the counter and anxiously waiting anytime they smelled food.

You made your way through the house, listening for signs of your boys. You followed the sound of the TV to the living room and wished you had your phone or camera with you.

Both were asleep, curly heads lolled to the side and mouths agape in nearly twin-like fashion. Like father, like son. Caleb was comfortably cuddled between Timothée's side and the arm rest of the recliner.

Your barely contained chuckle made Timothée stir. He blinked and looked up at you slightly confused.

"Enjoy your nap?" You flashed a big grin.

He looked down at Caleb, then back up at you. "I guess we played hard this morning."

"Well, I hope you played hard enough to work up an appetite because lunch is ready."

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Been a while, ain't it

[miitgaanar]

Requested by @sycamorre!! Sorry to answer this prompt with something that will make no sense at all to you lmao

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

This is actually @duperderedere's fault. Since she basically dared me to write something like this. This is based on this ask here, and is entirely just me trying to shake this brain worm out of my skull. I don't promise any grand literature here.

And also this is an excuse to fill another micro-story prompt that has been festering in my inbox lmao

21. collapse

The blackness was eternal. All consuming. Suffocating. His lungs burned for air, but the muscles lay paralyzed within his chest. Raw gasps that brought no relief. Drowning without end, death's grasping claws forever out of reach. Ssael, he thought. A single spark of lucidity in the sprawling dark. A desperate cry into the abyss. Where is He?

--------------------- "What have you done to me?" The voice was entirely unfamiliar, a growling rasp that grated like nails upon slate—though it was his words that were carried into the dense quiet, his thoughts given life on the tongue of a slavering beast. A deep anger bloomed within Lemuel Adelier; an anger fueled by despair. "I see you've yet to retain a single thought set before you, Captain," the Black Tongue sighed. "How tragic." "The khert," Lemuel moaned, a pathetic sound even to his own ears. The chains that bound him rattled with his every movement. "You said—you said I would fall into the khert. That I could find God." "He's a fickle little whore, isn't he?" The Black Tongue did not look up from his desk, his back to Lemuel. "Perhaps the price paid wasn't quite enough to garner his interest." “You—”  A drawn out rasp. The sound of whetstone upon blunted blade. “Prokul Ilganyag.  Diwf.  Difhut—!” “Yes, yes.” The Black Tongue did not so much as spare him a glance. Lemuel’s jaw ached with the desire to rip the man’s pale throat open with his teeth.  “A colorful repertoire of damnation spills forth from your lips with little hesitation.  How tiresome this dance becomes after the first few waltzes.  The hazards of involving a soldier in the loftier pursuits of a scholar.” “The khert calls to me,” Lemuel said, the words a hoarse whisper, leaping forth unbidden.  “I feel it pulling—tearing, ripping, clawing.  God calls me to his side and you keep me here.” “Feel free to heed his call.  I’d gladly relinquish you to his embrace if it would grant me an hour of peace.  Do ask if he has any First Materials he can spare.” “RELEASE ME!” Lemuel roared, springing to his feet.  The chains grew taut as he strained against them.  They groaned in protest, though held fast, the manacles digging into pallid flesh that could no longer feel pain.  How Lemuel yearned for pain.  For anything that could ground him, that could distract from the gnawing hunger in his gut.  “I need to find Him!  He needs to answer for—for…” A sob built up within his chest, though it was a pressure for which he could find no relief.  Tears sat curdled behind his eyes, and each gasping breath did little to palliate the grief and anguish that so filled his very soul. Damned, he thought.  I am damned.  The khert remained beyond his reach, and Ssael safely ensconced within.  Laughing.  Jeering.  All because the little Soud had dared to seek a mightier purpose than the one his caste had dictated. Lemuel collapsed, his knees hitting the floor with a loud thud that seemed to echo through the small space.  Were it not for the barest hint of a jolt through his death-ravaged body, he would not have even noticed. Damned, he thought again.  The Black Tongue finally deigned to turn toward him, a sneer pulling at his pale lips.  His black gaze cold and remorseless.  I am damned.

[loverofwhump216]

Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Gaius, Gwaine, Morgana, Mithian

Summary: Merlin ends up revealing his magic in an effort to stop Morgana from killing him in Another's Sorrow. Arthur ends up seeing this and has to figure out what this means for the future of Camelot and his friendship. Merlin!Whump. Mentions of Merthian

[unusuallysized-sfw]

The SEQUEL YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR

DOCTOR WHO X BORROWERS AU

2

The Doctor sans companion lands upon a very strange planet, its oxygen content is liveable but extremely low for the size of the sphere.

They are even more confused when upon exiting the tardis they step on a tree.

the whole planet is 16x smaller than that of say earth. The Flora seems identical to that of most "terra like" planets but on a reduced scale, the doctor concedes that the whole thing seems like a radical exaggeration of how oxygen affects the "scale of life"

none the less they are fascinated.

especially when a huntswoman emerges into the =new= clearing. and immediately points a comically tiny spear at them.

"Hark! Giant! Be you a Demon a god amonster or Extra Terrestial, Friend or Foe, you trespass upon my forest."

The Doctor is unsure how to proceed here given any attempt to get on the level may be taken as a sign of...pity or diminishment. so they eventually just flop to the ground comically rather than bending

"Right sorry bout that, The Doctor, Probabbly Friend, Extra Terrestial, lovely planet...lovely forest too...sorry about the mess...i'll help you replant if-"

"Stay your Tongue, 'Doctor' why are you going prone, you are far too large to be inconspicuous. and far too vast for most predators to even bother." She echoes.

How would this move forward? i look forward to your ideas in the replies n reblogs!

[norbezjones]

Very Short Story: Spellbound (Romance The Backrooms)

Today's Very Short Story/VSS with my Romance The Backrooms characters! Here's when Adiel first met Glarence.

Word: Spellbound

Original Thread post: here

Characters: Adiel('s POV), Glarence

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Adiel rounded the corner and froze. For the first time, he wasn't looking at a monster, but a person. A person with a pair of eyes in their hair as well as on their face, but a person nonetheless.

He was frozen for a long moment, absolutely spellbound, unsure what to say. Now he knew he wasn't alone!

But his stupor was interrupted when the person ran up to him and slammed a fist into his face.

[favoriteblogonthecitadel]

WIP Whenever

A couple of friends tagged me for WIP stuff lately so I'm sharing a drabble-in-progress now that I have the spoons :) Thank you to all who thought of me btw! <3

They sit there, just the two of them and the view of an endless ocean beneath them.

The scent of saltwater hangs heavy in the air and flows into his lungs. It is not quite like Vancouver, but it feels like the least foreign air he has breathed in a while.

Shepard takes a pebble and launches it at the surface. “I almost drowned once.”

She says it casually, as if speaking about what she had for lunch. When he takes a look at her –and pries his attention away from the way the wind sweeps her hair–, her face is just as nonchalant.

“Were you doing something stupid?” He asks, because most of her stories about near-death start that way; but he catches himself and quickly coughs out, “Ma’am?”

[inafieldofdaisies]

Hi! for the micro story asks: 15. trembling hands for a pairing that comes to mind! ✨

Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.

"Are you going to blame me for ruining another jacket of yours?", Sabrina mumbled, trembling hands grasping the back of his shirt as she sank into the embrace, allowing herself to enjoy the warmth radiating from his body. Just for a second, no more than that. "You're going to catch a cold.", whatever anger she could sense seeping from John prior had given way to concern, a switch flipped. "I'm fine." A groan broke free at the words that she had instinctively uttered out, his hold on her tightening, "I'm so close to forbidding you from using that word ever again." "Like that would work." "I can certainly try, Deputy."

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Monster Girl Romance Fiction Prompt #137

You accidentally swallow a gnat and another gnat flies in after it. After you've been sick the littler gnat explains she's an Atomie and she had to chase down her runaway steed. You agree to meet up later after everyone's had a bath and you end up getting real chummy.

[lenievi]

For the microstory, spones and (sorry I forgot what number it was but skfnendns) trembling hands? 😳

Spock ran his fingers through the soft hair, across the temple, across the cheek. He touched the lips, fingers trembling.

“Sleep well.” He leaned down and kissed the wrinkled forehead.

The door closed behind him.

With one glance at his face, Joanna’s eyes welled with tears.

[roxygen22]

21. Collapse

From this list

Timothee or his characters

https://www.tumblr.com/roxygen22/750844187588673536/send-me-a-number-and-ill-write-a-micro-story?source=share

Micro Story Prompt

Collapse

"You look like you are about ready to collapse."

You didn't need to look up from the espresso machine to know who was talking to you. But you wanted to. As expected, the voice matched the tall, lanky figure of your favorite regular customer.

"Hey, Timothée. Yeah, I've been staying up late to do some last-minute cramming for finals. The last one is today after my shift," you explained.

"Got any plans to celebrate the end of the semester?" he asked.

"To be honest, I haven't even thought that far out," you shrugged as you wiped down the counter.

Timothée rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

Your breath caught. The mere sight of him gave you butterflies every time he walked into the coffee shop's door; however, you had no clue it was reciprocated. Your hesitation made him start to panic.

"Umm, I mean, it's totally cool if you already have pl-"

"I'd love to, Timothée." Relief visibly washed over his face. "How long have you been waiting to shoot that shot?" you teased.

"A few weeks." A faint blush tinted his freckled cheeks.

"So, what time should I be ready?"

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Requested by @serpenthyne! More indulgences abound!

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

46. shimmer

A light breeze blew through the towering trees of Aeranth, the mighty boughs creaking softly as they shifted with the wind. Vaela breathed deeply, content to feel the cool night air upon her skin as she leaned against the balcony railing. The Arnor manor remained a welcome haven—a second home, at times—even after all of these years. It was the one place she knew she could retreat to when her memories weighed heavily and the scars at her wrists ached. There was no judgment within these walls, only a quiet understanding. "I hope I'm not disturbing you." Vaela turned at the voice, trying to hide the way she startled at the soft, deep timbre. Krelyss stood in the doorway to her room, his hands clasped behind him and his shoulders slightly slumped, as if he wished to make himself smaller. Less threatening. Vaela's heart constricted, knowing too well it was for her benefit. "Not at all," she said, mustering a half smile as she waved him in. "Just doing a bit of stargazing. A city girl like myself never really gets tired of the sight." Krelyss stood motionless for but a heartbeat, seeming to brace himself before he ventured in to join her on the balcony. The moon sat full and bright in the night sky, its light catching on his snow-white hair and causing it to shimmer. Vaela's chest grew tight and her wrists burned, memories of long ivory hair and cruel smiles surging forth—but she managed to smother the images into submission, like a hissing viper beneath her heel. "I see," he said carefully, daring to raise his scarlet gaze skyward. "It is quite a sight to behold. I still can't quite manage to stare for long before I feel as if the earth itself is being ripped out from under me." A more genuine smile pulled at her lips as she watched him. "The Underdark didn't exactly give you many reasons to look up, did it?" A huff of a laugh, and the barest upturn at the corner of his mouth. "That it did not." He paused for a beat. "You seem... happier than when I saw you last. Perhaps a bit solemn, but more at ease." My son's ghost no longer haunts you, his words said, like it still haunts me. "I have my days." Her gaze softened. "As I'm sure we all do." Krelyss simply hummed softly in reply, a heavy sigh escaping him before he turned to face her. An old, repressed grief pulled at his countenance, though he forced a small, gentle smile. Despite everything, Vaela's heart broke for him. "Erosen sent me to fetch you," he said. "It seems Riven's asked us to go for drinks." "Ever the ambassador, our girl," Vaela teased, relieved to see how Krelyss' face brightened. The sorrow that had lined his features vanished, giving way to a muted but profound pride. "Well, we'd best not keep her waiting. Del would never stand for such a slight." An amused chuckle left him, the sound rich and deep, and Krelyss grinned, standing just a bit taller as they made their way off the balcony. "That he would not."